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Speak When Spoken To

I've begun again
the conjuring of sepia memories.
Nubile girl
you look for
by what we call the sea shore.
That
over there
is the Harbor.

And I could have known you
for you were someone to know.

We would have made an absurd couple.
Busy coupling similar likes
and dislikes.

But what would I have said?
Unsure of my tongue
the tone of my voice-
The incantations!
How could I have started?
And then start what I couldn't finish?

My smile
mysterious.
Your eyes
veered in many directions
then
fell upon me.
I hooked you in.

Your demeanor was grave,
your voice gay.
Nonetheless,
I should have spoken first...